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mook – how it feels lyrics

[intro]
we got ice (ice)
yeah
dbtheplug
yea

[chorus]
wake up in the hills, count dollar bills
don’t know how it feels (don’t know how it feels)
we in the streets for real, yeah
i’m might bless this, we gon stretch, and he act reckless (he act reckless) i put tbg on my neck and my necklace (and my necklace)
my b+tch want a new tesla she talk nice and i might let her (i might let her) i trust my dawgs, but they my dawgs i still be clutchin
spend a hundred like it’s nothing no i don’t pop no pills, get behind the wheel, i still be swerving (swerve)
get racks i don’t get nervous where my cousins still be serving
f+ck all the ops i know they hurting

[verse 1]
i might be going on tour when i get back, be going on forbes these rap n+ggas make me bored
i really be going where they can’t afford f+ck all that trying to be humble, i’m in the jungle, ready to rumble (let’s get it)
n+ggas ain’t give me none now i’ll pull up in the 63 stunting (lets go)
and the whole team with me coming we ’bout money, no discussion
and i know lil’ shawty love me i’m on a road, she still don’t trust me
and i’m coming back with the load it’s time to expose all of you bros
and i split the money with the woes they buying new clothes, driving a boat, and my uncle still doing coke, f+cking up his nose
trying to give him hope, and i gotta make it back home, when i hit the stage they know all my songs (yeah) money call, take it straight to the dome come in she going straight through my phone
i don’t know why she won’t leave me alone

[chorus]
wake up in the hills, count dollar bills
don’t know how it feels (don’t know how it feels)
we in the streets for real, yeah
i’m might bless this, we gon stretch, and he act reckless (he act reckless) i put tbg on my neck and my necklace (and my necklace)
my b+tch want a new tesla she talk nice and i might let her (i might let her) i trust my dawgs, but they my dawgs i still be clutchin
spend a hundred like it’s nothing no i don’t pop no pills, get behind the wheel, i still be swerving (swerve) get racks i don’t get nervous where my cousins still be serving
f+ck all the ops i know they hurting

- mook lyrics

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